To the sons and the daughters of fortunate men
We're rushing the gates, we're coming to take
There isn't a future, a heaven or hell
No god up above, just these pigs in the mud
Hey, don't hurt yourself like all the other pigs
I'm not your f**ing friend I never wanted this
Climb back in the womb I'm giving up again
I'm not your f**ing friend I never wanted this
Hey, don't buy a thing they try and sell to you
I'm not your f**ing friend I never wanted this
I hope you like the taste of corporate cum
Guard the funds in your trust or tuck tail and run
No, I don't come in peace and I don't give a f**
No god up above, just these pigs in the mud
Hey, don't hurt yourself like all the other pigs
I'm not your f**ing friend I never wanted this
Climb back in the womb I'm giving up again
I'm not your f**ing friend I never wanted this
Hey, don't buy a thing they try and sell to you
I'm not your f**ing friend I never wanted this